I was inspired by the Hidden Sky CD by Jami Sieber that I've been listening to all day. I've wanted to write a forest related poem for awhile. This was completely spontaneous, I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. The poem is about the characters relationship with its surroundings, the forest, with mother nature. The beginning is the deer experiencing a vicious thunderstorm, and the ending is the weathering calming to a silent lull. I'm not entirely happy with the last line of the poem, it doesn't seem powerful enough so I may change it. I don't know. Suggestions are welcome.
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It is she, she who holds my heart down.
Like a thousand needles she rains upon my back,
I can feel her deep within my skin.
Her voice is harsh, her voice is cold.
Her rejection like a single pin through my soul.
No longer do I feel her light upon my back,
Or her touch against my fragile skin.
Though I do sense her, with the clapping anger overhead.
She is broken, if only for a short time.
Something has rained like a thousand needles upon her back.
She strikes down with fiery vengeance,
Darkness swirling in her eyes.
Her warm touch seems like a distant memory now,
But yet I feel it building, overcoming the harsh rains.
I feel the wind slow over my back,
The needles fall away slowly, delicately.
She reaches down, I feel her now.
I can hear her song flowing in the air around me.
Her song is warm, it is loving.
I can feel it on my chest, on my shoulders, over my face.
And soon, she is still.
Her song lingers in the branches, echos over the hills.
But she is growing silent, growing sleepy.
I feel her shine upon my skin.
I feel her hands open, loosen, my heart is free.
Her song chimes through the grasses and then,
It is silent.
Leaving me quiet.
At peace.
That's the most gorgeous
That's the most gorgeous thing I've read in a long time.
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That's beautiful Jen. c=
*snuzzles Halogen* Thanks
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Its very emotional. I
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Thanks to Anzel for her wonderful picture that I have turned into an icon for this sad, sad time.
Lovely...<3
That's a really powerful
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
Thanks for the feedback,
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